In the Middle of the Party
Title: In the Middle of the Party
Characters/Pairing: Maya/Gabriel
Rating: R (violence, swears)
Word count: 2,007
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Gabriel comes to a party. Fighting ensues.
Note: Again for razycrandomgirl. For the Forest Gump request but with a twist ;)
The summer heat was intense, the night sticky and with no breeze. He feels the way his hair sticks to his forehead, the slide of his glasses down his nose and grumbles, shifting in his seat as his shirt glues to his back and he plucks at it. Maya had stripped his vest over his head awhile ago and it lays folded up in her seat next to him. The chairs around his table are empty, everyone up and dancing, mingling but he sits and fingers his cup and sips from it. Watching.
They spill out from the flagged stone patio out into the garden, trampling the grass with their dancing feet. The rhythm of the music thrummed around him, the beat and he liked the structure of it, the movements that it generated in them. In her. He drums his fingers on the table, making the paper plates jump as he channels the desire to get up and move through his hand, the need to sing a low hum on his tongue. But he was content, despite the heat, to just be near her and soak her up again. She makes him smile and he leans back as she spins on her feet, takes a child's hands and swings them around. Her dress flutters out around her shiny legs and he can almost smell the oil she religiously puts on them, the memory of his hands gliding up her skin suddenly intense. Gabriel swallows, gulps in a hot breath.
"Julio is leaving on a jet plane!" She singsongs and brings the screaming child back onto his feet and he giggles, smiling up at her. She kisses his head and straightens, catching Gabriel's eye. She smiles, touches her hair automatically and he leans forward in yearning. She tilts her head and then holds out her hand but he hesitates and then smiles shyly, shaking his head as he sits back.
"I really meant it when I said I had two left feet."
"But you danced with me before, back home..." She says coming to him and he flushes, casting his head down.
"Yeah well, that was before wasn't it?" He feels her press against his side and he looks up into her sad face and feels his gut twist.
"Si it was...don't worry Gabriel, I won't make you do anything. I'll sit with you if you like?" She takes a seat next to him before he can answer and he feels his heart race, sweats even more. They're alone. She reaches across and tilts his cup to look inside and then brings it up to her nose and sniffs. Her eyes widen her mouth parts. "Gabriel! Are you actually drinking alcohol?"
"Is that what this is? No wonder I'm feeling dizzy." He jokes and she laughs, pouring some for herself. They lean back in their chairs, Gabriel looking out over the party goers while Maya stares longingly at his face. She smiles softly at him.
"I'm happy that you decided to come, I wasn't sure before if you would."
He looks back at her, brows raised. "I'm happy you invited me. I..." he hesitates, lowing his voice, "I'm still your friend Maya, no matter what." He wants to reach over to her, touch her and he can see the need reflected back at him in her eyes. Maya smiles, forced and nods vigorously.
"Of course you are! Si! I mean you - you didn't have to come alone here. You could have brought -"
"I know! I just thought that it would be better like this..."
"Si, si, I understand. Would you like more to drink?" She says hastily and gets up and leaves him before he can answer again. Escaping towards the table with the drinks more like. Gabriel winces and leans over the table, looking after her. This was painful, he knew he really shouldn't have come but every glimpse he had of her now was tantalising and so, so painfully wonderful. He hungers for her still and that was the problem. Elbow on the table and hand in his matted hair he drains the drink in his cup, grimacing as it burns his throat but continues until the tipsy seesaw sensation turns into a loose, whirligig reality. He licks his lips and slumps back, legs splayed out and his clothes feel rumpled and soaked.
She hadn't come back but he wasn't surprised, he had left her first.
*
Midnight passes into another day and he's almost been there long enough to sober up. He could have left hours ago, should have but then he found himself glued to his seat, his eyes watching them with a feverish intensity. Maya was an extraordinarily beautiful person, sweet natured and it would be wish fulfilment for him to imagine that she would be alone after him. But it didn't make what he was witnessing any easier.
The man had arrived late and creeped up to stand behind her back and then pull her boldly against his chest. She gasped and dropped her drink before turning sharply in his arms. Gabriel had been on alert immediately but instead of shouting at this groping man she had relaxed and smiled, stood on her toes and kissed him. Gabriel has been staring for what feels like forever.
To most people he appears mild mannered and he was, he didn't like to draw attention to himself, he didn't like the hassle. A calm tempered person, not someone to be moved by wild passions. But he was very, very good at deceiving people, even his own family, even the person that meant most to him. He had felt jealousy before, when someone had something he wanted but that was usually about timepieces and the like. This was different, this was all consuming and inwardly it was building and crashing around him like a furious sea.
They were fighting, Maya gesturing pleadingly as the man suddenly starts shooting him angry, suspicious glances. Gabriel growls under his breath, teeth clenched as he sits up, his hands curled around the edge of his chair until it starts to cut into his skin. The voice in his head, that animal is up and ready and shouting -
Come on you bastard, come on you bastard! Touching what's mine, touching her you -
He gasps, feels his body jerk back as if he was the one being struck, not Maya. The man had suddenly lifted his hand and back handed her and she was thrown violently to the floor. Gabriel only realises that he's on his feet when he feels grass crunching under his feet and then the impact of his body barreling into the man that sends them crashing into a table and over it. The few people that remain gasp, some scream as Gabriel starts to pummel the man, his large hands that were trained to restore the delicate now destroying with rage.
But Gabriel hasn't had a fight since he was in junior high and he certainly hadn't been the aggressor then. The man under him throws him off suddenly and punches him square in the nose and then a delivers a quick hard punch to his stomach. A red flash of pain stabs over his face and he yells, falling back. He curls around himself instinctively even as that animal in his head roars at him to attack, the ticktocking tinnitus blaring full force in his ears. But no more hits were delivered.
"Gabriel! You dare hurt him you cunt!" For a nightmarish moment he thought Maya's furious voice was directed at him but when the looming weight of his attacker is suddenly lifted off him he sees that she's hitting the man over the head with a broom. He had only seen her this angry once and quite frankly the experience had been terrifying and not one he wanted to be on the receiving end of again. But seeing her defend him like some vengeful goddess was exhilarating. Blood splashes and ribs crack under her assault and the people around them start to shout about calling the police, some cheer.
Cupping a hand to his bleeding nose Gabriel leans on the wall and stands up to see the bastard that had attacked her running for the gate, Maya standing on her feet with her weapon clenched high in the air as if she was about to cast it to the air and into his back like a javelin.
"Maya?" He says weakly and she turns sharply, her large black eyes still wild and she pants. But when she sees him, in what he imagines is a pitiful state, she seems to become soft, the hardness disappearing as she rushes to him.
"Gabriel! Gabriel are you ok carino?!" She cups his face, a little rough and he hisses. "Sorry! Oh dios, your poor face."
He touches her own battered face with a wincing smile and she tilts it into his palm, the blood from her mouth smearing against his skin. He gazes at her with adoration and kisses her lips, mixing her blood with his own.
"Hey! Maya I don't want to start anything but I think you should leave. Both of you."
At the sound of the voice they separate and Maya turns, greatly ashamed. "I'm so sorry Carmel! That bastardo started it, I should never have told him to come. Si, I'll go. Again I'm really sorry, I'll pay for anything that needs to be replaced. I'll come by tomorrow and help you clean up to!" She says all this in a rush as she wraps an arm around Gabriel's waist and he rests his own around her shoulders and they make their retreat and exit through the gate, Gabriel mumbling about being sorry for fighting in the middle of her party.
Once out they sigh with relief and he draws her closer to his side, while his other hand gingerly touches his ribs. Maya makes them sit on a stoop, the street dark and sleeping. She wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and wipes it on her leg and he leans over to her, even if it makes his stomach scream in protest.
"Maya?"
"Si?" She looks into his eyes softly and he cups her face.
"Would you come back with me? To the shop?" He stares at her intensely, trying to keep up eye contact as she ducks her head down, bites the inside of her mouth. She smiles sadly as she looks into her bag and takes out a pack of tissues.
"Want me to walk you home?"
"I want you to stay! I - I want to be with you. Be your boyfriend again." It sounds childish to him but that was what he wants, what he dreams in the day and thinks at night. She looks up into his face, solemn as her eyes rim with unshed tears. He presses his forehead against hers, hands moving to cup her face again as she crouches between his knees and speaks in a gravelly, emotional tone. "I'm sorry for what happened in the past, I was an idiot and I never wanted to hurt you. But I love you, I love you and I want you to come back with me."
Tears spill over and run down her cheeks and fall between them as she smiles, winces and runs her tongue over her bloody lip. He moves his thumb to her mouth and very gently wipes the blood, tries to stem it and then draws it back to show her. Maya flicks her gaze from the blood to him and then kisses his bruised knuckles before rising. He trails his fingers through her wavy hair slowly until it's out of his reach. She stretches out her hand to him, her expression a little tremulous with hope.
"Just for tonight...you still have my PJ's?"
He nods and gets up, laces his fingers tightly around hers and they walk through the dark streets until they reach his repair shop.
Characters/Pairing: Maya/Gabriel
Rating: R (violence, swears)
Word count: 2,007
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Gabriel comes to a party. Fighting ensues.
Note: Again for razycrandomgirl. For the Forest Gump request but with a twist ;)
The summer heat was intense, the night sticky and with no breeze. He feels the way his hair sticks to his forehead, the slide of his glasses down his nose and grumbles, shifting in his seat as his shirt glues to his back and he plucks at it. Maya had stripped his vest over his head awhile ago and it lays folded up in her seat next to him. The chairs around his table are empty, everyone up and dancing, mingling but he sits and fingers his cup and sips from it. Watching.
They spill out from the flagged stone patio out into the garden, trampling the grass with their dancing feet. The rhythm of the music thrummed around him, the beat and he liked the structure of it, the movements that it generated in them. In her. He drums his fingers on the table, making the paper plates jump as he channels the desire to get up and move through his hand, the need to sing a low hum on his tongue. But he was content, despite the heat, to just be near her and soak her up again. She makes him smile and he leans back as she spins on her feet, takes a child's hands and swings them around. Her dress flutters out around her shiny legs and he can almost smell the oil she religiously puts on them, the memory of his hands gliding up her skin suddenly intense. Gabriel swallows, gulps in a hot breath.
"Julio is leaving on a jet plane!" She singsongs and brings the screaming child back onto his feet and he giggles, smiling up at her. She kisses his head and straightens, catching Gabriel's eye. She smiles, touches her hair automatically and he leans forward in yearning. She tilts her head and then holds out her hand but he hesitates and then smiles shyly, shaking his head as he sits back.
"I really meant it when I said I had two left feet."
"But you danced with me before, back home..." She says coming to him and he flushes, casting his head down.
"Yeah well, that was before wasn't it?" He feels her press against his side and he looks up into her sad face and feels his gut twist.
"Si it was...don't worry Gabriel, I won't make you do anything. I'll sit with you if you like?" She takes a seat next to him before he can answer and he feels his heart race, sweats even more. They're alone. She reaches across and tilts his cup to look inside and then brings it up to her nose and sniffs. Her eyes widen her mouth parts. "Gabriel! Are you actually drinking alcohol?"
"Is that what this is? No wonder I'm feeling dizzy." He jokes and she laughs, pouring some for herself. They lean back in their chairs, Gabriel looking out over the party goers while Maya stares longingly at his face. She smiles softly at him.
"I'm happy that you decided to come, I wasn't sure before if you would."
He looks back at her, brows raised. "I'm happy you invited me. I..." he hesitates, lowing his voice, "I'm still your friend Maya, no matter what." He wants to reach over to her, touch her and he can see the need reflected back at him in her eyes. Maya smiles, forced and nods vigorously.
"Of course you are! Si! I mean you - you didn't have to come alone here. You could have brought -"
"I know! I just thought that it would be better like this..."
"Si, si, I understand. Would you like more to drink?" She says hastily and gets up and leaves him before he can answer again. Escaping towards the table with the drinks more like. Gabriel winces and leans over the table, looking after her. This was painful, he knew he really shouldn't have come but every glimpse he had of her now was tantalising and so, so painfully wonderful. He hungers for her still and that was the problem. Elbow on the table and hand in his matted hair he drains the drink in his cup, grimacing as it burns his throat but continues until the tipsy seesaw sensation turns into a loose, whirligig reality. He licks his lips and slumps back, legs splayed out and his clothes feel rumpled and soaked.
She hadn't come back but he wasn't surprised, he had left her first.
*
Midnight passes into another day and he's almost been there long enough to sober up. He could have left hours ago, should have but then he found himself glued to his seat, his eyes watching them with a feverish intensity. Maya was an extraordinarily beautiful person, sweet natured and it would be wish fulfilment for him to imagine that she would be alone after him. But it didn't make what he was witnessing any easier.
The man had arrived late and creeped up to stand behind her back and then pull her boldly against his chest. She gasped and dropped her drink before turning sharply in his arms. Gabriel had been on alert immediately but instead of shouting at this groping man she had relaxed and smiled, stood on her toes and kissed him. Gabriel has been staring for what feels like forever.
To most people he appears mild mannered and he was, he didn't like to draw attention to himself, he didn't like the hassle. A calm tempered person, not someone to be moved by wild passions. But he was very, very good at deceiving people, even his own family, even the person that meant most to him. He had felt jealousy before, when someone had something he wanted but that was usually about timepieces and the like. This was different, this was all consuming and inwardly it was building and crashing around him like a furious sea.
They were fighting, Maya gesturing pleadingly as the man suddenly starts shooting him angry, suspicious glances. Gabriel growls under his breath, teeth clenched as he sits up, his hands curled around the edge of his chair until it starts to cut into his skin. The voice in his head, that animal is up and ready and shouting -
Come on you bastard, come on you bastard! Touching what's mine, touching her you -
He gasps, feels his body jerk back as if he was the one being struck, not Maya. The man had suddenly lifted his hand and back handed her and she was thrown violently to the floor. Gabriel only realises that he's on his feet when he feels grass crunching under his feet and then the impact of his body barreling into the man that sends them crashing into a table and over it. The few people that remain gasp, some scream as Gabriel starts to pummel the man, his large hands that were trained to restore the delicate now destroying with rage.
But Gabriel hasn't had a fight since he was in junior high and he certainly hadn't been the aggressor then. The man under him throws him off suddenly and punches him square in the nose and then a delivers a quick hard punch to his stomach. A red flash of pain stabs over his face and he yells, falling back. He curls around himself instinctively even as that animal in his head roars at him to attack, the ticktocking tinnitus blaring full force in his ears. But no more hits were delivered.
"Gabriel! You dare hurt him you cunt!" For a nightmarish moment he thought Maya's furious voice was directed at him but when the looming weight of his attacker is suddenly lifted off him he sees that she's hitting the man over the head with a broom. He had only seen her this angry once and quite frankly the experience had been terrifying and not one he wanted to be on the receiving end of again. But seeing her defend him like some vengeful goddess was exhilarating. Blood splashes and ribs crack under her assault and the people around them start to shout about calling the police, some cheer.
Cupping a hand to his bleeding nose Gabriel leans on the wall and stands up to see the bastard that had attacked her running for the gate, Maya standing on her feet with her weapon clenched high in the air as if she was about to cast it to the air and into his back like a javelin.
"Maya?" He says weakly and she turns sharply, her large black eyes still wild and she pants. But when she sees him, in what he imagines is a pitiful state, she seems to become soft, the hardness disappearing as she rushes to him.
"Gabriel! Gabriel are you ok carino?!" She cups his face, a little rough and he hisses. "Sorry! Oh dios, your poor face."
He touches her own battered face with a wincing smile and she tilts it into his palm, the blood from her mouth smearing against his skin. He gazes at her with adoration and kisses her lips, mixing her blood with his own.
"Hey! Maya I don't want to start anything but I think you should leave. Both of you."
At the sound of the voice they separate and Maya turns, greatly ashamed. "I'm so sorry Carmel! That bastardo started it, I should never have told him to come. Si, I'll go. Again I'm really sorry, I'll pay for anything that needs to be replaced. I'll come by tomorrow and help you clean up to!" She says all this in a rush as she wraps an arm around Gabriel's waist and he rests his own around her shoulders and they make their retreat and exit through the gate, Gabriel mumbling about being sorry for fighting in the middle of her party.
Once out they sigh with relief and he draws her closer to his side, while his other hand gingerly touches his ribs. Maya makes them sit on a stoop, the street dark and sleeping. She wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and wipes it on her leg and he leans over to her, even if it makes his stomach scream in protest.
"Maya?"
"Si?" She looks into his eyes softly and he cups her face.
"Would you come back with me? To the shop?" He stares at her intensely, trying to keep up eye contact as she ducks her head down, bites the inside of her mouth. She smiles sadly as she looks into her bag and takes out a pack of tissues.
"Want me to walk you home?"
"I want you to stay! I - I want to be with you. Be your boyfriend again." It sounds childish to him but that was what he wants, what he dreams in the day and thinks at night. She looks up into his face, solemn as her eyes rim with unshed tears. He presses his forehead against hers, hands moving to cup her face again as she crouches between his knees and speaks in a gravelly, emotional tone. "I'm sorry for what happened in the past, I was an idiot and I never wanted to hurt you. But I love you, I love you and I want you to come back with me."
Tears spill over and run down her cheeks and fall between them as she smiles, winces and runs her tongue over her bloody lip. He moves his thumb to her mouth and very gently wipes the blood, tries to stem it and then draws it back to show her. Maya flicks her gaze from the blood to him and then kisses his bruised knuckles before rising. He trails his fingers through her wavy hair slowly until it's out of his reach. She stretches out her hand to him, her expression a little tremulous with hope.
"Just for tonight...you still have my PJ's?"
He nods and gets up, laces his fingers tightly around hers and they walk through the dark streets until they reach his repair shop.